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It amazed Lucifer sometimes how quickly things could change in the blink of an eye. One moment he was in his home with his wife and child living happily as they could be in Hell and then the next his wife was leaving him with their daughter in her arms.
Terrifying was what he'd call that on his worst days, sad on his best. But then again, he's never really had a strong grasp on the concept of his bother's creation — time.
It was almost fascinating how quick time was to pass. How sweet moments were so quick to become the cherished memories of the past and how quickly one's emotion could shift from love to nothingness with no warning giving him no time to adjust.
Or maybe there was time for him to adjust but he just he never took it? Lucifer didn't know and fairly enough, he didn't want to know.
At least not right now. Not when things were just only starting to go back to where they used to be. He could think about his unsolved problems later, now there were much more important things to focus on.
Now that his relationship with his daughter was getting better, his depression wasn't rearing its ugly head as much, and he was moving on from his marriage with Lilith, things were finally starting to look up.
"Lilith" Lucifer moaned into the lips of his beloved. His back was against the velvet rug of his room as his love's delicate fingers tugged on the buttons of his dress shirt. They didn't quite make it to the bed but that wasn't a problem. It wasn't like this would be the first time they would have sex on things that weren't explicitly a bed.
He groaned, his lover's teeth nicking the soft flesh of his lip. He missed this: the feeling of another's flesh against his own, the weight of their body on top of his, and the addictive taste of their lips.
Unexpectedly, his love pulled away from him. "What did you call me?"
Lucifer blinked, he didn't quite understand what was happening but his love looked pained. As if someone had taken his most prized possession and destroyed it right in front of him. Sure he still had that stupidly adorable grin on his lips but they didn't quite meet his eyes. Pain and confusion swirled in his beautifully red eyes instead of lust.
"Alastor, I called you Alastor." He leaned up to cup his cheek but Alastor moved away before his fingers could grace his skin.
"No, you called me Lilith"
A cold chill went up Lucifer's spine as his love's words sunk in. No, did he really say her name? He couldn't have. It's been months since he last thought of her and even then his thoughts about her were not even close to being sexual so how? No, it was impossible for him to make that sort of mistake, and yet Alastor sat in front of him with pained eyes. "Al, wait, I can explain"
He reached over to his sweet beloved but of course, he wasn't having any of it. Not that Lucifer was expecting anything different from him, but that didn't mean it bothered him less when Alastor disappeared into the shadows without letting him say another word.
Lucifer groaned burying his head in his hands, his erection now soft as he leaned back on the base of the bed. This wasn't how this evening was supposed to play out. They were supposed to have sex, cuddle — if Alastor was up for it —, try to convince Alastor to stay the night, have another round of sex in the morning, and cuddle — again if Alastor was up to it and he almost always was in the morning — before Alastor would slip back into him room to start the day.
But no that wasn't what happened. Instead, Lucifer was left sitting on his carpet with his shirt half undone and his zipper open. Fuck his life, how did he even end up in this situation with Charlie's little bellhop in the first place?
He remembered it was supposed to be a one-time thing. Something he added to their deal to get Alastor to agree to it. There was never supposed to be a second time and yet for some reason that Lucifer didn't what to think about, there was a second time. Then a third time, a fourth time, a fifth, a sixth until eventually he lost count of how many times he's had sex with Alastor.
He should have never made that deal with Alastor in the first place but he did. For his little girl, he looked past his overall disdain for the demon and somehow landed in this situation. It was a shitty deal, one of his worst ones but still, he remembered it clear as day despite the months passing by.
It happened a week after the new hotel was built, Lucifer had gone out to search for the deer demon as per his daughter's request. It took a few days but when he finally found him, Alastor was already half-dead, just barely clinging to the afterlife as he knew it. Pale and caked with dried blood, he didn't even look like he was breathing when Lucifer stumbled on his resting place but when he tried to touch him, his eyes shot open.
Lucifer was tempted to leave him there, he wasn't going to lie. He was tempted to turn his back on the little shit of a bellboy and just return to the hotel. He could have told his daughter that he couldn't find him. Sure she would be heartbroken but she would get over it. He could have just left him there to die but he didn't.
He didn't, not because he liked the little shit or anything like that but because the busboy was still his daughter's hotelier and she needed him. It pained him to admit that but his little princess saw Alastor as family and she'd never forgive herself if anyone else from her makeshift family died.
So being the generous devil that he was, he offered to heal him but of course, that little bastard couldn't just accept that. No, Alastor needed to be an annoying, stuck-up prick and refused his offer.
Why you may ask? Because apparently, he thought that it was some sort of trap as if Lucifer would resort to that tactic with him of all demons.
So annoyed and wanting it to be over with, Lucifer offered him a deal. One where Lucifer would heal him if Alastor agreed to have sex with him. It wasn't his brightest moment and he knew he could have asked for something else but in his defense, he was tired and ready for it to be done for. So sue him for botching up the deal and only realizing it after Alastor agreed to it.
Which wasn't exactly a bad thing considering that he was in need of a lay but that wasn't the point. The point was Lucifer didn't plan on having sex with Alastor, it just happened. It was a shit reason but that was the truth and he would be lying if he said that he regretted it now because, despite popular belief, Alastor was good in bed.
It was laughable to say out loud but it was true.
Lucifer could still remember that night as if it were yesterday, the sounds Alastor made were nothing short of Heavenly and his face.... Father above, Lucifer swore he saw Heaven a second time that night, maybe that was the reason why he kept on coming back despite their original agreement.
Why did he ask Alastor for sex of all things? Lucifer didn't know, it wasn't like he was attracted to the other demon or something like that to ask for sex of all things but.... Okay, that's a lie. In his defense, Alastor did have a pleasing face and he could have declined the deal and Lucifer would have just thought of another one for him to agree on.
But the deal aside, Lucifer had to admit that there was something about Alastor that drew his eye: a mixture of his personality and his pretty face. Alastor was handsome but beyond that, he also wasn't afraid. He was loud, cocky, and wasn't afraid to throw insults at him despite him being the King of Hell. It was annoying at first but it was grew on him the longer he was around him.
It made Alastor special to him in a way.
He was special to him.
Fuck, Alastor was special to him, and yet somehow, Lucifer was able to fuck it all up by calling another name, and worse of all, only now was he realizing his mistake. Now when Alastor was nowhere to be seen, and Lucifer hadn't even made himself presentable enough to go after him.
Shit, he needed to go after him. He needed to explain to Alastor that it was just a slip of the tongue and nothing more.
Lucifer hastily straightened his clothes and raced out of his room to find the other demon. It had only been a few minutes since Alastor left his room, surely he couldn't have gone that far. Surely he was just in the hotel and hiding away from him to lick his wounds.
He wasn't.
Lucifer groaned in frustration as he took a seat at the bar. He'd already searched the entirety of the hotel three times and still, there was no sign of him. Not inside his room or radio tower, the kitchen, or the other little spots in the hotel he frequently stayed in. It was almost like he had vanished into thin air.
A glass of liquor slid in front of him. When he looked up, it was the bartender – what was his name again? Dusk? No, Musk? No, that was definitely not it – merely said. "You look like you need a drink" before returning to his task of cleaning the glasses on the counter.
"Thanks" Lucifer mumbled, swallowing the drink in a single gulp. It didn't fix the ache in his chest but it was better than nothing... Oh, who was he kidding, it wasn't better than nothing. The person he'd come to like was missing and he was here sitting uselessly instead of going out and finding him.
Fuck, how could things turn out this badly?
Because of you, the irritating voice inside his head whispered. This is all your fault, maybe if you learned to keep your big mouth shut then maybe Alastor wouldn't have run away.
Lucifer winced but did his best to tune out the voice anyway. A part of him knew it was right but he couldn't bring himself to listen to it now. He couldn't let himself get distracted by it again, not again.
"Listen, Charlie, you ain't gonna find out whatever Al's problem is, and don't take that to heart" Lucifer perked up at the mention of the illusive deer demon, his head snapping to the side quick enough to leave an audible pop. There he saw his daughter with a worried look on her face as she and her friends came closer to where he sat. "Besides, Al's a big boy, I'm sure he can handle whatever it is he's dealing with"
A wave of worry washed over him and before he noticed, Lucifer's feet had already taken him to Charlie. A range of thoughts swirled inside his head ranging from bad to something that could only be described as a nightmare as he finally asked the dreaded question, "What happened to Alastor?"
Charlie, his precious little girl, jumped before jerking to the side to face him. Stiff as a board with her smile strained and her arms folded behind her back, the sight reminded him of simpler times when she was younger like the time he'd caught her eating cookies before dinner. Except now, things were different and had much higher stakes. "Dad! I didn't see you were there"
"Charlie, what's wrong with Alastor?" Lucifer repeated, slower this time to avoid spooking his daughter even more than she already is. His mind jumped back and forth from worrying about Alastor to wondering what his little princess saw that bothered her so much.
Charlie pursed her lips, she shifted from one foot to another as she struggled to find the right words. A habit of hers that she never grew out of even after all this time. "Well, you see-"
"Alastor left earlier with his coat and staff missing, now Charlie over here is wondering the fuck happened to him to make him act like that." The spider demon said bluntly, ignoring the dirty look he received from Charlie's girlfriend—Maggie?—as he leaned over the counter to greet the bartender.
Lucifer froze, "He what?" Surely his ears were deceiving him. Surely the sinner was just making a mistake and it wasn't what he thought it was.
"Alastor left Dad," His daughter said slowly as if she knew that she was confirming one of his greatest fears. "He left in such a hurry, we didn't even get to ask what was wrong with him...."
A cold feeling washed over him as his daughter's words become rang in his ear. Alastor left. Oh father above, what had he done?